"Thank you, your majesty!" Sparkle knelt on the bed, looking extremely grateful as she saluted.
"Goldie, rise." Evan Saint said as he unbuttoned his cuffs and turned to leave.
"What do you mean, Goldie, at least call me your beloved concubine." Sparkle pouted, got up, and walked into the bathroom to remove her makeup and take a shower.
After showering, she casually pulled over Evan Saint's shirt and put it on, running downstairs barefoot like a little dog drawn by the enticing aroma.
"Smells great!"
Upon hearing her voice, Evan Saint turned his head to see her in a white shirt, revealing her snow-white slender legs, her toes sinking into the soft carpet.
In her haste, the buttons were all fastened incorrectly, leaving the shirt loosely draped on her.
Fresh out of the shower, her cheeks were rosy and radiant like a premium apple, appearing sweet and inviting. Her hair hadn't been dried yet, and water droplets mischievously trickled down her neck.
